[This is the first time Abduxel has ever called up such a physically painful memory. As he experiences it through Toby's mind, for these moments, Toby's torture is his own torture, too. In the real world, his face contorts, he breathes out heavily with a hissing tremble in his voice and bows his head, hands clenching at his own face, a couple of tears leaking out, his heart surging.
But for him, when it's over, the natural progression is for Toby's feelings to ebb away from Abduxel, and be replaced with satisfaction. Like a runner's high, he's flooded with a feeling of joy and reward.
He relaxes his posture slowly as the memory ends, letting out a long, heavy breath as Toby screams and drops to his knees in front of him. His breaths are ragged like he's just recovering from running up a hill. Even amongst the feelings of elation, he feels a twinge of human remorse to see Toby so destroyed in front of him.
As for the blood, at the end of it, it's charred, black and burnt.
He stands there, awkwardly silent for a moment, and then all he says is:]
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But for him, when it's over, the natural progression is for Toby's feelings to ebb away from Abduxel, and be replaced with satisfaction. Like a runner's high, he's flooded with a feeling of joy and reward.
He relaxes his posture slowly as the memory ends, letting out a long, heavy breath as Toby screams and drops to his knees in front of him. His breaths are ragged like he's just recovering from running up a hill. Even amongst the feelings of elation, he feels a twinge of human remorse to see Toby so destroyed in front of him.
As for the blood, at the end of it, it's charred, black and burnt.
He stands there, awkwardly silent for a moment, and then all he says is:]
Fuck.